WIP to be continued after I get back from board games. :)
Unwritten - Natasha Beddingfield
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GERTRUDETHE GOOSE THAT LAYS THE GOLDEN EGGSOr GOLDEN GOOSE, for short.n p c
"...clever enough to speak, and wise enough to know not to." -Dragon Age
PHYSICALITY
Description (Animal).
Waddling on two black feet with a swaying feathered butt is a member of the elite. Did you put it past the Hatter to recruit a duck--? Except she's not a
duck, you rude heathen! She is a glorious, beautiful goose, and you will NOT forget this lest she
HONKHONKHONKHONK!
Ahem.
Years have passed, and our feathery friend has drastically mellowed out. Doesn't mean she's no longer proud of her heritage, though. She even rather takes offense to being called a "woman."
Appearance (Human).
Hair: Blonde and long, feathery in texture. It was shorter years ago, but it's been a while since she's had owners who think to give her a good trim.
Facial Hair: Well, she has these pink soft smacky things on her mouth, but she doesn't think it's hair...
Eyes: Dark, like black pearls.
Build: She has impressive... hindquarters... but is fairly slim other than that. Skinny limbs, but soft skin.
Skin Tone: Peachy creamy, though with swarthy blotches on her shoulders and back.
Height: Her long neck makes her look taller than she is, but she's 4'11". (Goose height is about 2'6", what did you expect?) She doesn't stand past the shoulders of most folks, but she's got a mean glare that can shame any basketball player, I tell ya.
Weight: You can probably pick this petite thing up no problem, though she'll scream and bite and swat at you no matter what form she's in.
Voice: Mellow, prone to humming over chattering. She can be abruptly hoarse and deep when she decides to use her "natural" voice in place of communicating human words. Gertrude somewhat more talkative as a goose, strangely, following you around and gossiping about you right behind your back.
Handed: Left. She doesn't have a
hand on her other side, per se.
Body Markings: Aforementioned swarthy blotches, matching the patterns on her natural coat.
Scar Tissue: There was a long bloody swath along her right wing and a couple arrows penetrating her back at one point, then the numerous bruises from being rough-handled throughout her life. These have since healed over and feathers have since grown back, but the scars remain; signs that she's been deprived of the ability to fly.
Unique Body Features: Well, her right torso appendage is sort of a
wing. No matter what form she takes, she's stuck with the one goose wing that refuses to change with the rest of her. She's learned to live with it, wearing a cloak over it when she's out in public, etc; though effectively taking different shapes has become something of an impossibility.
Name"Ooh! Let's name him... Gallagher."
"Gallagher?"
"Gallagher."
"Mr. Godwin, she lays eggs--she's a lady bird. Gallagher is not a lady's name. How about... Edith?"
"Edith?!"
"That's my sister's name...!"
"Oh, that poor, poor girl. Nononono, no. Let's try... URH-soola."
"Oh dear..."
They finally settled on
Getrude, after several minutes of the goose looking confusedly between the two.
NicknameRudy and Rude, for short... Or Girth. Hatter and Alice are the best namers. "Duckie" if you're feeling cheeky and don't mind losing a nose.
TitleGoosie.
RaceGoose.
Visual AgeForty, give or take two years.
Factual AgeFifty-three (clearly already getting on in geese age when Halice picked her up).
GenderFemale.
Sexual OrientationOther geese,
thanks, and currently not looking. Buzz the hell off, bucko.
MENTALITY
PersonalityRather vile, actually, being a farm animal and all... She can have dirty habits, and a dirtier mouth. Alice tried to teach her etiquette once, but it was about as effective as trying to teach Godwin to sit still for more than five minutes. At the very least, she's learned to wash her hands and bathe in clean water. Gertrude's the sort to lean in muttering some joke and then snort voraciously, when she feels the itch to (much more common a few decades back). She likes observing, often following her fellow elite members about the camp when she's got nothing better to do. Try to touch her without warning though, and she'll retreat, giving you the evil eye from a distance until she's sure you're without any evil plots in store for her. She's quick to continue waddling after you after that, though.
She can be a lap-goose, if she's tired enough.
"My gander that I raised in the house for 4 months is the meanest thing. I went to college and he decided that he hated my guts.. I've decided geese hold grudges."
"Pippin knows I wont let him go after the kids...I stand in between...so he bites me to get his vengeance."
But, bred to believe she was lesser on the evolutionary scale, she sees humans as a reliable source of food and safety, among other things.
QuirksShe likes Sven mostly because he smells like dirty, and Rowen because she smells like funky. Gertrude likes trying to preen these two best.
She speaks as little as possible, feeling her beak is more trouble than it's worth. Even when she does open her mouth in human form, the most she'll usually utter is a "shh..."
Moral AlignmentLawful Neutral: rather selfish sometimes, but she'll stop that if you scold her. She'll panic and flap her arms first, but eventually she'll stop that. She knows no other way than to obey authority. After all, those who aren't obedient tended to get their feathers plucked and throats cut with a butcher knife, right?
Virtue/Creed"Honk, honk." (.... Uh.)
MotivationRepaying a kindness. Being saved from the fright of her life ain't a small deal, even for a birdbrain.
FearsFoxes, wolves, dogs: Need we say more?
Loud clappy hands: Not applause, just the scolding claps.
GoalEh; be a good goose, help out when she can. Gertrude's quite unaware of the bigger picture going on in the world, and can only see helping her benefactors as a feasible goal.
LikesThe Hatter, Sven, herself, Rowen, Alice (before crystallization), Grumpy, water, treats, crabapple, crunchy insects.
DislikesDorian Grey, furry creatures on four legs, Alice (after crystallization), grease, bonnets, swans, chickens, horses, not being able to fly south as instinct dictates, tall plants, ducks, etc.
StrengthsFirst-aid: And she can help cook, and help clean. Sometimes all you need to brighten a day is a second pair of hands, yes? Or one hand... whatever.
Soothing the Savage Beast: Goose form can quell the Hatter's more extreme emotions, to an extent. Nowhere near as well as Alice can. Hatter doesn't even acknowledge her most of the time she's in human form--it's when she's a feathery creature that he serves her copious amounts of tea and has her sit on his lap.
Jaded for an animal: She's not the naive farm creature she once was. Time has equipped her with skepticism, and she knows to run hollering when she sees suspicious behavior.
WeaknessesDumb for a human: What it says on the tin. Having human form does not grant her human intellect, though she's done fairly well, considering she did little more than... you know, give birth and prance in muddy water for the first two decades of her life.
One-armed wonder: Doesn't grant her a lot of combat skills in a fair fight, though she's at least recently regained her equilibrium and can do a fine job as a distraction.
WHO ARE YOU IN MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSE: She easily forgets familiar faces after a couple of years. It doesn't take toooo long to get her to warm back up to you again, but it's still an uncomfortable amount of time to have her steering out of your way and glaring.
ARMAMENT
Basic sleeveless dresses, usually in colors that remind her of water, grass and mud. They get tears in them because she doesn't pay enough attention to her surroundings, but she's learned to sew from Alice. So, very patchy dresses that remind her of water, grass and mud.
She doesn't wear shoes, because when she transforms back into a goose... uh, yeah.
COMBAT PROWESS
Racial AbilitiesFLAP FLAP, HONK HONK!: --Good
jesus what--?! Our goose is good at making very sudden, very LOUD noises; particularly startling from a human mouth. It's a reflex, and tends to be her first resort when faced with a dilemma. It's... not very effective when she's losing a game of chess though.
Spells/PowersShapechanger: Limited to her own body. So no, she can't turn you into a dragon. Sorry.
Other than that, she's a stay-at-home goose, for the most part.
EQUIPMENT
ItemsN/A, unless you count twigs and shit.
MemorabiliaPendant from the Hatter: Ah... this old thing? Well, it works better than a ring. Can geese even wear rings?
Ever since this ugly gem was slipped about her elongated neck, Gertrude has been able to change her shape. The human form was easiest, as she was always surrounded by them, though it took some getting used to in terms of maneuvering. It has a rather large crack on it, but she's very temperamental about letting other people touch the thing in the first place, ever since.... well, another time, perhaps.
WeaponWeapon Name: "That pointed thing you gave me."
Weapon Type: Blade.
Material: Steel, I'd reckon.
Length: Three and a half feet.
Weight: Not terribly light, actually.
Weapon Description/Info: Upon Sven's initiation as the leader, Gertrude was forced to take up arms. Gertrude did not like this. She hated training, and would shift forms and bite and flee and sulk. But Sven smells so nice, like the pigs she used to share a coop with, so she couldn't help but eventually cooperate. She's learned to disarm her enemy and fight off bandits, but no more than that. (Probably earning a Good stat). The weapon itself is a simple blade, like a Jian sans the tassel. It wasn't forged for heavy combat, but it has served a number of purposes (such as cutting rope).
BACKGROUND
KingdomSome farmstead, Ebone.
FactionElite - something of a caretaker, and doubly so in Alice's absence. She's the one that stays behind to watch the campsite when situation are dire enough to call for the entire group, and she's the smiling face they come home to.
Marital Status"What do you call it when you've been fucked by three ganders and once batted at by a jealous wife?"
(Dude, don't ask her things like this. What's wrong with you? (She's never done any deeds with human beings, and doesn't intend to. You all have funny-lookin' bodies; it's bad enough that she has to relinquish her beautiful webbed feet and handsome little beak to speak and walk with you all.)
RelativesSix brothers, mostly slaughtered by this point, then some born and unborn eggs. Such is the fate of livestock. She doesn't think about the topic of "family" for good reason.